‘Right. And this all came in over the last twenty four hours?’ he said, staring down at the heap. ‘I get the scissors – even the knives. But a tomahawk?’ He shivered.
‘I guess we should be grateful that the weapons amnesty has been so successful. That all of this isn’t still in the general population,’ said the deputy unconvincingly.
‘Yeeees.’ He looked down at the blades, the shimmering scalpels – the hacksaw. ‘Only, I don’t know about you, but I actually feel less safe now than I did before. Anyway,’ said the Head, pulling his eyes away from the disturbing armoury and his whistle from his top pocket, ‘I better go. I’ve got playtime to cover.’